Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 602

Chapter 602 Aeliana

Atticus remained silent and listened to Isolde speak. He immediately noticed that her demeanor had suddenly changed.

Atticus had seen through Isolde from the beginning. He knew she was somehow dissatisfied with him. However, he didn't care about her feelings. He hadn't come here for her validation of any of the sanctum masters in the first place.

It was good for his future if they liked him, but if they didn't, it was ultimately their problem.

But Isolde's dissatisfaction had suddenly changed. Atticus could feel that what she was about to say was something serious.

"I want you to forget everything about using the ice element for battle for a second. The ice element is more than creating ice spikes and beautiful sculptures," Isolde began.

She raised her hand, and suddenly, a small mouse-like creature appeared in her hand, contained inside a small icy jail.

"The primal nature of the ice element is to freeze. This isn't just limited to freezing the air or water, but to freeze life itself."

White frost streamed into the jail from Isolde's hands and engulfed the creature.

Seeing Atticus's gaze suddenly light up, Isolde quickly continued, "I know what you're thinking, but we ice elementalists aren't immortals; there's a limit to everything. As you've guessed, we can freeze life. To be more specific, we can freeze and preserve everything that makes us live.

"Before you go and do something stupid, I would suggest that you not try this until you reach the grandmaster rank and form your domain. It requires precise and articulate manipulation for you to achieve this feat."

Hearing Isolde, Atticus's beating heart soon calmed down. His head had already started thinking of different ways he could utilize this ability to prolong his lifetime.

Isolde nodded, seeing Atticus had regained his sense.

"Now, I became a grandmaster at 80, and during my breakthrough, I was able to expel a significant number of toxins from my body, which enabled me to regain my youthfulness. Since then, I've used this technique every time I sleep to slow down my aging.

"If you're good enough, you can use this during the day, but then its effects would be limited, and your body won't be able to function normally. Now listen well, I won't explain twice."

Atticus focused his whole attention, not daring to miss anything. The ability to freeze the aging of living beings wasn't something he planned on passing off.

"The principle behind freezing life is intricate and requires a very good understanding of both ice manipulation and the biology of living beings. It's not just about lowering the temperature; it's about stopping the metabolic processes that sustain life.

"Living organisms are composed of water and various organic molecules. Freezing life involves using ice manipulation to lower the temperature of these molecules to the point where metabolic processes cease, effectively putting the organism in a state of suspended animation.

"You must first ensure that the freezing process is uniform and does not cause damage to the cellular structure, and secondly, to freeze life, the temperature must be lowered gradually to avoid causing thermal shock, which could damage the organism's cells."

Atticus grasped all the words coming from her mouth with ease. If he had to be honest, he hadn't expected to go through a biological lesson, but when he thought about it, it made sense. He should know about the intricacies of what he wanted to freeze.

The white frost that engulfed the creature started to show its effects, and it started shrieking in response, trying to escape, but the icy jail was too sturdy.

Atticus could see how gradual Isolde was being. The temperature of the frost was uniform across every single inch of the creature and she ensured the temperature reduction was consistent throughout its body.

After a few seconds, the creature was completely frozen, its claws, which had been trying to claw through the ice, now resting on the icy jail.

After the demonstration, Isolde had been 'kind' enough to show Atticus what would happen if he got the process wrong. It went without saying that it served as a loud and clear warning.

'I'll have to carry out some tests on beasts before I try it on myself,' he thought. He could see the enormous benefits but was also aware of the intense risk. He had no intention of dying foolishly.

Afterward, Atticus practiced and increased his proficiency in the ice element. After about 9 hours, Isolde waved her hand, and Atticus suddenly found himself breaking out of ice in front of the icy gates of the ice sanctum.

Atticus brushed off the shards of ice that remained on his clothes and simply scoffed. She could do whatever she wanted because she had power. He would soon get that power and would like to see her try this then.

Atticus carried his gaze away from the icy gates and turned toward the direction of the light sanctum.

It stood in the sky like a beacon of light, blinding in its radiance.

The air molecules enveloped Atticus, and he shot towards the light sanctum with speed, reaching it in a few seconds.

Landing in front of the grand gates, Atticus's gaze landed on the figure of a woman standing in front of the gate, and he was immediately tempted to bow and worship her.

It wasn't that she was insanely powerful—he had met countless grandmasters already and never felt this urge.

She felt angelic. Her body was bathed in a golden radiance, and she wore a pure white robe that accentuated her curves. There was no doubt that she was old, but she was utterly beautiful.

A small smile graced her lips.

The woman's smile widened. _{freēwēbnovel.com}